“That’s your car.” I’m petrified right now. The gun Robert gave me is in the bag I’m holding. I was worried about it getting wet, so I made the stupid decision to tuck it into my bag, something I regret immensely in this moment.

“Don’t worry.” Terrence gives me a small smile. “I’m not going to make you get in it. I understand you don’t trust me right now. The coffee shop is just around the corner; we can walk.”

His left shoulder is getting wet as he holds the umbrella ...